This was one of the ones we only got to watch if we were up early on a Sunday morning, and by early I mean 5am. If Mom had anything to say about that we definitely wouldn’t be awake that early. So it was only when we were sick or something. Or for me on Sunday morning I would regularly be up at 5:45, just to catch the last 15 minutes of the second episode. I love Pooh. (Kevin, there you go.)

This morning I am off to get my hair cut. Wouldn’t be a big deal except it hasn’t been touched by scissors in 18 months. I know. It’s awful. That’s why I am going home to my cousin who always cuts my hair because I am embarrassed for someone new in Norman to see my really bad split ends. Nothing drastic because I am determined to have glorious tresses for the wedding, but something has to be done. Then we’re going to meet with the wedding planner at a popular Mexican restaurant in town. I’ll eat a small hill of guacamole–because I can.

I think I’m in ketosis again…